From your matchstick, my life once began

In one moment or many

But you drop it at my scraping shoes and I am engulfed

In flame not the same as it once was

But lit by you nonetheless

I was once a mourning dove

Singing the sweet song of dawn

With your dancing fire, elegant and bright

Now I mourn as a hummingbird

Flapping my wings rapidly to escape

From your raging fire, threatening and intense

I'm not sure what it is I miss

The days where flames were safe to touch

The days I flourished in the not-knowing

The days where all was light without the searing heat

The spotlight forever shines on me, fire licking at my heels and smoke curling into my lungs

As I mourn the child I used to be